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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, oral sex, praise kink, choking, mention of killing, idk what else, minors dni

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — sooo we have a beautiful lloyd hansen here who will do everything for you just so you aren't mad at him anymore...@georgiapeach30513, follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! It's literally 2:25 am in my country right now and I'm tired as fuck but wanted to finish this so sorry for any errors or whatever, like, comment and reblog!

The moment you entered a relationship with Lloyd Hansen – actually even before that – you knew that he was a jealous and overprotective person. That it would be this bad or get out of control you never expected.

“I was just talking to him Lloyd!” you shouted while strutting through the door of your shared home. Lloyd was right behind you having the same pissed expression on his face as you. “First of all, he was way too close, he undressed you with his eyes and when you backed off, he came even closer.”

Lloyd wasn’t completely wrong, you were uncomfortable, and the man didn’t listen however, “that doesn't mean you have to kill him.” It also wasn’t the first time either.

“You were overreacting,” you added as you walked in the kitchen with Lloyd hot on your heels. “Overreacting? Bold of you to say, aren’t you overreacting right now? I kill people for a living and that doesn’t seem to faze you though.”

“Well, I can’t really tell you to stop,” he was right it didn’t faze you but to you there was a difference between acting out of jealousy and acting because it is your job, “it’s your job after all.”

“It is also my job to protect you,” Lloyd argued. Your back was turned to him while you tried to distract yourself with cleaning the kitchen isle. His hands grabbed your waist firmly turning you around to face him. You looked up into his blue eyes, they were like an ocean consuming you, letting you get lost in their beauty.

“That may be what you’re thinking, but that doesn't justify your actions…there is a difference between telling someone off and killing him,” you sigh. Lloyd gently took your chin between his fingers.

“Sunshine, I would do everything for you.” No, no you had to stay strong, that was the only way he would learn his lesson.

“Well then stop killing people that aren’t part of your job,” with that you wiggled out of his arms walking away. “I just told you protecting you is my job!” His words went ignored by you as you loudly shut the door of the bedroom.

Lloyd sighed to himself rubbing his temple. Of course, he knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t control himself around you and certainly not when a man flirted with you or made you uncomfortable.

You buried your face in your hands as you sat down on the bed. You needed a battle plan, Lloyd needed to learn that he couldn’t just kill someone for flirting with you or making you uncomfortable. Yes, that person needed to be punished as well but isn’t sitting in jail worse?

Death was a blessing, jail a punishment and what if he had family?

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, “sunshine I’m sorry, can we please make up?” Lloyd’s voice called through the door. ‘Make up’ meant sex and while make up sex was a great thing most of the time the problem wasn’t completely solved.

So, this time no make up sex. You didn’t answer him, you just laid down on your side of the bed trying to ignore his voice.

You heard how he opened the door a few minutes later, “sunshine I’m really sorry, please.”

He acted like a kicked puppy, you rolled your eyes because he always did this, and you always forgave him then seconds later he would be on his knees eating you out.

You felt the bed shift as he sat down. Lloyd lovingly put his hand on the curve of your waist wanting to turn you around, but you stopped him by taking his wrist and removing his hand from you.

Lloyd let you. That was one thing you were incredibly grateful for, Lloyd never pushed you or forced you into anything and if you didn’t want him to touch you right now that he wouldn’t.

“I’ll make you something for dinner, the pasta that you like so much.” You knew Lloyd hated cooking however you loved his pasta, you didn’t know what it was that he did, but his noodles always tasted better than yours.

“She can be lucky I love her…” “I didn’t even do anything wrong, I was protecting her.” “Yeah, maybe a bit much but that asshole deserved it.”

A small giggle escaped your lips as you heard Lloyds muffled complaints. You didn’t exactly know what he was doing until fifteen minutes later he appeared in the room again with a bowl of spaghetti topped with tomato sauce and basil. It smelled delicious.

Lloyd rounded the bed and put the bowl on the nightstand, “I made your favourite pasta.”

You ignored him which hurt him, but he didn’t act like it, “least you could do is say ‘thank you Lloyd for being such a great boyfriend’.”

Typical Lloyd. Normally you would thank him with a blowjob for making you your pasta, but you weren’t in the mood for that right now hence why he said ‘at least’. He waited for few seconds, then sighed and left.

Waiting until the door closed you sat up taking the bowl in your lap and began eating. A moan left you lips as you tasted the pasta which was as delicious as ever.

Lloyd who stood on the other side of the door and heard you, had a grin on his face. He knew you couldn’t resist him for long when he made you the pasta.

Well, he shouldn’t have said that too early.

The evening came and you still hadn’t left the room which confused Lloyd but the moment he looked inside the bedroom he knew why. You were asleep, the bowl being empty stood on the nightstand.

He shook his head and went back to the kitchen where he finished up cleaning. The left-over pasta was put in one portion container and got refrigerated.

The next morning came, and you laid cuddled up in your bed, the soft blanket and cushions hugging you like a cocoon. Lloyd was right next to you having nothing but a pillow under his head.

You were a blanket stealer and felt guilty everytime you noticed that you stole the blanket. So even on his day off he woke up earlier than you and gently took his blanket back and when you woke up you were happy you didn’t steal his blanket once again.

This morning was no different. He opened his eyes rubbing out the sleep, his body turned towards you. Smiling softly as he observed your sleeping form, never in his life had he seen someone, something as beautiful as you.

After taking the blanket he went back to sleep.

Only an hour later you woke up, just like Lloyd you turned around to face him or well the empty side of the bed.

His absence gave you time to rethink the past day and how this one would go depended on you boyfriend.

Your plan on ignoring him would continue until he properly apologized or until you saw him suffering enough.

With a yawn you got out of bed. You walked over to the mirror looking at your reflection.

God, you hoped your plan would work and Lloyd wouldn’t fuck you over the kitchen counter. You were only wearing his shirt and a thong.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into the kitchen were he was standing making breakfast in only his boxers. His back was facing giving you the perfect view on his ass, as he moved around his ass perfect with him causing you to bite your lip.

He heard you coming in and turned around, just in time you changed your expression into a blank stare.

“Good morning sunshine,” he grinned at you, but your expression didn’t change. “Oh, come on you’re still mad at me?”

Without saying a thing, you sat down on the table where he had already set the table.

“What do you want to do today? I have nothing on my plate today, we could go for a walk in the park, bake some cookies…” you raised a brow at his proposals. Lifting your fork, you gestured to the rainy weather outside as he mentioned the walk.

His eyes drifted to the window, “yeah maybe no walk but…you said your back was hurting, I could give you a massage!” Lloyd said with enthusiasm.

You looked at him sceptical, but he was already on his feet taking your hand to lead you to the living room. “You strip and lay there while I get the oil,” he instructed you. Shrugging you did as he told.

A minute later Lloyd was back with the oil in hand. He let it flow down your back and then gently rubbed it in. Kneading your soft skin at your back down around the waist.

It felt good, so good that a sigh escaped your lips as he pressed his thumbs down and whatever he hit was damn good. His hands moved up caressing your skin before manipulating the muscles in your shoulders until he heard a satisfying pop.

A gasp came past your lips, feeling the knot dissolve. “That one was good, wasn't sunshine?”

You tried to nod your head on the pillow. Lloyd moved his hands back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with pleasure.

He rested his head on your shoulder, right next to your ear. “Don’t think I didn't notice you staring at my ass this morning...,” he whispered, the edge of his moustache tickling against the shell of your ear.

Lloyd gave your ass a spank causing your body to jump up in fright, you weren't expecting that.

No, well actually with Lloyd you never know.

You bumped your head against Lloyd's making him lift his head, “that wasn't nice,” he muttered rubbing the side of his head though you both knew it didn't hurt him.

You stood up – completely naked – and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.

Lloyd was left behind. He sat down on the couch running a hand over his face trying to think of something that would make you talk to him.

“I made her the pasta, made her breakfast, gave her a massage...what else can I do? Well she won't let me eat her out in that state, but that could do it though I need something to get her there,” he thought out loud.

Lloyd went through everything he could think of; new clothes, a purse, shoes, jewellery, a trip to Disneyland but he would say yes to everything of that so what could it be?

“Oh, what the shit,” he cursed as it downed on him. You always wanted a cat, a Maine Coon specifically and he always said no.

With a deep, very deep sigh he pulled his phone from the couch table, searching for a Maine Coon kitten on the Internet. To his surprise, he actually found a cat that he could get today, but he needed cat things.

Okay; he could get the scratch tree tomorrow with you – if the plan worked –, just like another water bowl and the cat toys. Lloyd already knew you would spoil the cat.

“Sunshine I’m going grocery shopping!” He shouted through the apartment. You were still getting dressed and furrowed your brows. Didn't the two of you just go yesterday?

Lloyd drove to the pet store to buy a litter box, cat food – dry and wet –, two toys, a cat carrier, one food and water bowl, a blanket for the box and cat litter.

“Who knew a cat needed all that shit?” He said as he got in the car two hours and four hundred dollars later.

Instantly he drove to the address of the cat breeder. He rang the doorbell waiting impatiently.

An elderly woman with grey hair that was put in a bun opened the door, “you must be the man who wants to adopt the kitten today!” She said happily inviting him in.

“Yep, that's me...where is he?” Lloyd asked as he stepped inside the old home. The woman must have been living here for at least fifty years by the looks of it. “Here he is, the little cutie,” the woman came back with a light orange cat that was at least 80 centimetres from snout to tail.

“How old did you say was he?” Lloyd asked, did those cats really get this big?

“One year and a half, he will still grow a bit but he's fully vaccinated and sterilized so no need to worry.” She sat the cat down.

The cat had a long orange tail, his belly, chest, snout and the tip of his paws were shiny white, he had amber-coloured eyes that matched his fur perfectly and he had brush ears that made him look like a lynx.

Even Lloyd had to admit, that this cat is beautiful. “Does he already have a name?” “Yes, his name is Aramis,” she explained.

He got down on his knees to pet the cat and couldn't stop the smile on his soft lips, “yeah I'll take him.”

With that they gently put Aramis in the transportation box in which laid a blanket. The woman gave Lloyd a few treats for him as a gift, “how much for him?” was his last question.

“750 euros,” she stated. Lloyd cursed under his breath, that cat was expensive and god you could be happy he loved you.

After four hours Lloyd was finally back home and found you on the couch eating ice cream.

“Sunshine, I know you're mad and I can't apologise enough so I thought maybe I will gift you something.” He stood there proud of himself in the doorway while you looked at him a big question mark above your head.

With a big grin he opened the door wider revealing Aramis in his transportation box.

Your eyes widened in shook, he bought you a cat, a cat! A Maine Coon like you always wanted. Lloyd set his ego aside and bought you a cat.

Now you couldn’t stay mad anymore. You ran over to him jumping into his arms, “you got a cat, you got me freaking cat!” You squealed and pressed your lips to his.

He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “I'm sorry for how I acted with the man, I will do better I promise. You are the most important person in my life and I would do everything for you sunshine.”

A miau broke your heartfelt moment and got you back to reality. You wiggled out of Lloyd's arms and opened the box while Lloyd closed the door.

“I've got his things in the car, be right back.”

As Lloyd went downstairs again you befriended the cat. Letting him explore the apartment and sniff on everything. The first thing your boyfriend brought was the litter and box so he could see where he had to go.

Next was the rest which Lloyd unpacked and put everywhere it fitted. The food not next to the water and the toys all around while you followed Aramis.

When he was finished, he found the two of you in the bedroom. “That is Aramis by the way and his one and a half years old, vaccinated and sterilized.” “When did you plan this?” You asked as you scratched Aramis head who was already purring with delight.

“after your massage today,” he shrugged. You laughed at his answer, typical.

“I have a really important question sunshine...can we have sex again? Not getting to taste you this night and in the morning was hell”

Quickly you covered Aramis ears, “shhh! You can't say this in front of him!”

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but let it be for the moment.

The day came to an end and Lloyd finally had you alone given that you spend the rest of the day with Aramis. He closed the bedroom door to prevent the cat from getting in.

You stood in front of the mirror taking of your bra as you got pushed back on the bed, “now sunshine, it's time you give me my pussy.”

Lloyd pulled down your panties and stroked over you cunt with hungry eyes. His fingers rubbed down your juicy folds, “'lread so wet, this all for me?” You gave a strained nod as he entered you with middle finger.

“Mhm, one would think that after all this time would be stretched out but you're still as tight as a virgin...” Lloyd grinned while he added his ring finger.

Exploring your cunt he reached places that you could never even attempt to. His thumb rubbed your clit, “doing so good for me sunshine...you're gonna cum from a bit of fingering?” yes, yes you were but before you could let the knot in you stomache go Lloyd pulled his hands from you.

“You only cum on my tounge and with my permission tonight.”

His words make you shudder as you try to hold back a whine at the empty feeling.

“Lloyd please, make me cum, taste me, eat me...fuck please do something,” he gave you that shit eating grin for those words and dipped instantly down burying his face between your legs.

His tongue laps at your cunt, making your back arch against the bed. A pornografic moan left your mouth as Lloyd fucked you deeper with his tongue.

“Just like that, Lloyd,” you whine, “never stop, please.”

He put the hand laced with you wetness around your throat, your moans turned into whines as you bucked your hips up chasing your release. “Can I cum please? Please let me cum!” “Not yet sunshine.”

“You have been such a good girl so far...don't ruin it now sunshine,”

Adding his fingers, his tongue moved to the bundle of nerves. Your walls tightened around his fingers letting him know you were close.

“Cum sunshine, cum for me...” and you did, it felt like a firework exploding in your stomache, your toes curled, lips parting into loud moan followed by a 'fuck Lloyd', your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You laid there panting with Lloyd next to when you heard a light scratch noise on the door, “Aramis! I have to let him in.”

Lloyd's hand catched your wrist, “but what about my dick?” You looked down his erected member in his boxers, “tomorrow yeah? It's his first night, I don't want him to be alone.” With that you let the cat in.

Aramis jumped on the bed laying down between you and Lloyd, “great now we can't even cuddle because of that assh–” “hey! you better watch your mouth, I will just put him to the side and lay in the middle but don't direct your anger at him.”

You squeezed yourself between the two and closed your eyes. In the meantime Lloyd had a staring contest with the orange cat, “you may be cute, but–” a fist hit his arm, breaking of his sentence.

“You better sleep now before you stay outside,” “Everything for you sunshine.”

When you woke up the next morning you saw Lloyd and Aramis cuddled up next to each other. Quickly you took your phone from the nightstand taking a picture.

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lovelybunnyxx · 2 months

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Yandere Headcanon ― Levi Ackerman

TW: Yandere, Obsessive thoughts, Possessive feelings.

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• Thinking about Yandere Levi Ackerman with a Darling who is also in the corps.

• Compared to some of the other characters I write about, I think Levi would be one of the more 'reasonable' Yanderes.

• Like, I don't think he would ever actually go as far as to kidnap you.

• But that's not to say he wouldn't keep a close eye on his darling at all times, because he definitely would.

• He would keep you around him as much as he possibly could, even if it meant making up a bunch of shit for you to do in his office or finding reasons for you to do extra chores or training sessions with him.

• You are his favorite, after all. He cannot imagine his life without you, and he doesn't want to. He has lost so many people that he has cared about, and he refuses to lose you too.

• He would make sure that you're safe at all times, he would just do it subtly.

• Oh, he's noticed that you haven't eaten today? You cannot be a good soldier if you're not consuming enough calories, so he'll make you go eat. You seem extra tired? He has some notes over the last mission to go over with you, so come to his office. He already fixed a pot of tea for himself, so you might as well have a cup. It's just a coincidence that it's your favorite type, of course.

• Sometimes he goes a bit...overboard with trying to protect you, though. He would always give you the safest possible jobs on missions and would prioritize your health and safety above all else.

• This includes other people on the squad. At the end of the day, you are his favorite. He would sacrifice everyone else for you. In his opinion, that would be the only option.

• Levi is also easily jealous.

• Even if you weren't dating, he wouldn't care. If anyone else so much as seemed interested in you, he would do everything in his power to prevent them from being alone with you. He would just so happen to need to talk to you at that moment or would have a chore for that other person to complete.

• But even despite his jealousy and obsession with your safety, he would never try to force you into a relationship with him. Although he would definitely prefer that you were in a relationship with him, if you weren't, he would settle for being your overprotective captain.

#yandere attack on titan #yandere x reader #yandere aot #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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i9messi · 1 year

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Dating Pablo Gavi

Specific things I think Gavi would do as your boyfriend

gavi's masterlist

He’s so in love with you

like, REALLY in love with you

Imagine Gavi talking about you to his own family long before you were a thing, because he was sure you would be his girlfriend at long or short term

His sister (Aurora) mocking him about you everytime he sees you, laughing at his stupid face or his dumb questions to catch your attention

You spending time with Aurora and him saying that she stole you from him

Occasionally saying randomly ‘Your hair smells good’ when he hugs you

Gavi said it was love at first sight but you thought it was a silly lie. However, when you spoke to Gavi’s friends, they confirmed that he hadn't stopped talking about you since the first day you met

He sends you a lot of messages when he is away from you, mainly because he misses you so much

"Did you return home safely?" "Did you eat?" "I love you" "Did I tell you I love you?" "I love you and I miss you"

He sends you pictures and videos pretty often and tells you how much he wish you were there with him

You can spend hours doing nothing, just lying and listening to your breaths

Having a rom-com marathon in your bedroom

His jealousy makes an appearance whenever you say that the protagonist is cute. He's not a jealous guy, he says, but we know the truth

Gavi is an easy person to make angry, he has a short temper, so his teammates know what is his weakness and what can bother him. You.

Most times he ends up angry when they say stuff about you

Pedri being like a brother to you, who overprotects you when you are in a public place and Gavi is busy with something

Being shy about kissing in public and showing affection but in private everything is different, you both have no qualms about kissing like two hormonal people

"My lipgloss is all over your lips."

"Good."

Always smiling in your presence

Getting grumpy in your absence

You’re basically two idiots in love

Clothes sharing

"You look so pretty..."

"Pablo, I’m just wearing your jersey."

Tracing your features as you peacefully sleep

Pranking each other in the most random moments

A lot of inside jokes

Long hugs after being apart for some time

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rendawngrimes · 2 months

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Yandere Harry Potter Alphabet! <33

Dark (ish) themes below the cut!

I’m so so sorry if there’s any grammar or timeline mistakes :(( (He’s a cutie pie :3)

A-affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

- Harry loves holding you, he’s almost always touching you and he tends to keep close.

B-Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

- He could possibly have to get rid of a few people, but he wouldn’t really try to go out of his way. Perhaps using the unforgivable curse, but I doubt it.

C-Cruelty: How would they treat their darling?/ are they cruel to them

- he’s never cruel! :(( he loves you!! Harry would never be cruel, he’d probably tease, but nothing that bad!

D-Darling: Aside from (possible) abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

- I honestly don’t think he would make you do a bunch against your will, maybe a few small, simple things like making you eat your food, He wants what’s best for you!

E-Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

- He bears his whole heart (and more) to you! He is a little vulnerable, so you can use it to your advantage….but why would you want to!??

F-Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

- He’d be a little annoyed, sad even..he’d tease you about it a little though!…he’d most likely end up casting some sort of charm to make you shush up

G-Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

- NO!! absolutely not! This isn’t some kind of sick, twisted game to him! And he hates seeing you attempting to leave!! :(

H-Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

- I honestly think your worst experience with him would be when he first kidnapped I mean.. saved you!

I-Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

- He’d probably just want to be happy with you….forever and ever and ever and ever….

J-Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

- Harry is honestly a jealous behind! before he “saved” you he would see you talk to other boys and he’d complain to both Ron and Hermione..!

K-Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

- He’s really clingy and overprotective, you’d be sitting on the couch, relaxing a little and he would come along and just plop down with you! Too many hugs!

L-Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

- Ever since you both first met, you became friends, he obviously liked you…so he would do small, tiny things to get your attention..

M-Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

- Not really, he’s just a lot more touchy.! sorry this one’s short :(

N-Naughty: How would they punish their darling

- Nothing mean, he’d probably just scold you a little, if you still don’t listen..he’d smack you around a little bit (GENTLY…ish)

O-Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

- I think the main one is….the right to being alone!! Its gone! You can kiss it Bye bye!!

P-Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

-Harry tries to be patient, but sometimes you make it hard..! Why would you do that to him?? he just wants to make you happy!! :((

Q-Quit: If their darling leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

- i don’t think he could ever move on..he loves you!..but that’s ok because he has a trusty map that’ll always tell him where you are! (It’s his elite employee!! Hehe)

R-Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

- Whenever he sees you cry over it, his heart cracks a little and he tries to comfort you, but letting you go is a big no no :((

S-Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc.)?

-When he first met you, he was in the library, with Ron and Hermione, you asked if one of them could help you find a section of books, and you all became friends, over time Harry noticed how Professor Snape would yell at you, how people would laugh at you, he needed to get you away from those meanies!! >:(

T-Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

- as I said a little earlier, it would make him upset, he’d do his best to comfort you!!

U-Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

- Nothin much besides the fact he’s a wizard! 🤠 (yehaw!!) but in all seriousness, Not really, he’s on the gentle side though!

V-Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

- Honestly, I don’t think there is anything you can do, with all the magic, and the map :( although there’s a tiny chance Ron or Hermione would save you!

W-Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

- gently! He’d gently hurt you, he’d feel bad!..you made him do it anyways! :(

X- Xoanon How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

- Harry probably wouldn’t worship you, just love you!..a whoooleee lot :)

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

- maybe a few years of being one of your best friends

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

WHAT!? NO NEVER!!

Whooo yay that’s my first time ever writing on an app!! I’m so proud >:3 thank you sm for reading🫶 if you have any requests or tips on how to get better please tell me<33

#yandere harry potter #yandere headcannons #harry potter #yandere #writing #first writing

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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yan rick headcanons?

Now that I think about it, I've only ever done scenarios and short concepts for him. I really do need to make a general concept for him, lol. No specific Rick in mind. Might be a bit off, or at least it feels that way to me, from my usual Rick content.

Yandere! Rick Sanchez Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Murder, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Slight sadism, Drugs/Alcohol, Threats, Forced relationship.

Rick Sanchez is an interesting yandere.

He's extremely intelligent, disregards life...

But is not incapable of attraction and close bonds like love.

Also, if his obsession doesn't work out with you in one universe.

It has to in another, right?

Rick's obsession speed is kind of hard to track.

If you're a close friend of his, it could be slow with an explosive climax when he reveals it.

If you're just a fling, it could either slowly eat at him... or be passionate and fast the entire way.

He's a man hard to predict in general, really.

Rick's yandere behavior would be Protective, Caring, Sadistic, Manipulative, Slightly forceful, Obsessive, Possessive.

He is surprisingly caring to those he cares about despite being an interdimensional space criminal who doesn't mind a bit of murder.

Rick's protective of those he holds close to him.

Be it family or lovers, he doesn't flinch at holding a gun to someone's head.

Even if it requires him to pull the trigger.

Sometimes he may even be a bit overprotective towards you.

He expresses love and care to you and wants you safe.

Which is ironic due to him being a dangerous man.

His life is chaotic, always containing threats.

If someone hurt you, Rick is determined to make them pay.

He's going to take a lot of precautions to prevent such a thing from happening, however.

Protective gear slipped on you when you're unaware, for example.

Rick is an intelligent man, he'll think of something to keep you safe when he's away.

Anything's possible with him.

He'd probably take out his sadistic desires on those around you.

He seems like a man to be jealous but hide it from you.

Preferring to show those he knows hurt you or trying to take you away from him pain instead of you.

Rick could/would manipulate you.

He seems to have enough charisma to convince people during the show.

He'd easily string you along, saying lies and promises to keep you with him.

He's also a man for substance abuse, you'll probably end up having some sort of alcohol or drug in your system with him.

Deep down he wants to be better for you...

But he just isn't that man.

It was a mistake to be involved with him in anyway.

Whenever you crossed paths, your fate was sealed.

As much as he somewhat regrets his behavior...

Keeping you is so much more important.

Rick's manipulation comes across as forceful.

Whenever he does something he feels is for your best interest, he will push you where he wants you if you hesitate.

Rick also seems like a controlling person in general.

Rick could be obsessive towards his darling if you're refusing his advances.

He doesn't usually want to commit to someone this bad.

Yet here he is, chasing you down just for a chance to feel your warmth again.

He's usually obsessive if you've met once before then left.

That's because now he can't stop thinking of you.

His obsession is like a craving, a drug he can't get enough of.

Rick's also possessive of his obsession.

Like most yanderes, his overprotective behavior goes hand in hand with his possessive behavior.

He wants to chain you to his side.

To drag you with him everywhere-

Yet at the same time, he wants to keep you somewhere safe.

Somewhere he can trust you'll stay and wait for him.

This obsession of his really makes him question his life up until this point.

Also, every Rick has a similar way they act to their obsession.

They all have the base Rick yandere behavior.

Though every universe has a slight difference.

Some examples include;

Mysterious Rick leans more into possessive.

"That chip shows just who you belong to...."

Toxic Rick leans more into possessive and sadistic.

"YOU'RE MINE. IF I HAVE TO CUT YOU AND POUR ALL THIS GUNK IN YOUR WOUNDS TO GET THE POINT ACROSS, I WILL!"

C-137 Rick leans more into overprotective/manipulative.

"Look, I just don't like them around you, alright?"

They all have similar behaviors, however.

Also, if the Rick from your universe can't have you, he'll just start anew.

If he has to, he'll travel other dimensions to take a new version of you by kidnapping.

If he kills you or not depends on the Rick.

But a Rick will always kill another Rick to steal their darling.

Again, not like they care about murder.

Overall, depending on the Rick you have, they'll lean into one or more base yandere traits a Rick has.

Mostly he'll be overprotective and possessive over you, his darling.

Even if he promised himself he wouldn't take up a relationship like this again...

It appears he can't help himself when it's with you.

"God... you have NO idea what you do to me, baby."

#yandere rick and morty #yandere rick sanchez

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Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Two: Degradation Warnings: NSFW content Tags: jealous sex, degradation, humiliation kink, spit kink, face-fucking, choking kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial Word Count: 5270 A/N: my hands are blue. i am shaking. this is so unfinished but here. it’s 10:38. i am tired. i am drained. my italics didn’t work. i will fix all this shit tomorrow. enjoy for now while i go play in traffic xo Post Editing A/N: Thank you Chase Atlantic for the title, I literally cannot title this thing because it’s 99% horny. I have no fucking clue if there’s even plot. Is there? I’m scared to read it, honestly. Anyway, this is so much better with italics. Tumblr, please accept my formatting you dumb motherfucker.

Mikey had a jealous streak.

In addition to his many shining traits, ranging from talented and attractive, to considerate and charming, envy was one of his most prominent attributes. Typically, it stayed well hidden beneath his silence and sincerity, only breaking him down when you were involved. You figured it had sprung from his career or childhood, and how he had always lived in Gerard’s shadow. Despite his love for his brother, you all knew he could use more recognition than he was getting—the recognition that you gave him.

Around everyone else, Mikey kept his cool. Quiet and unbothered, he would usually ignore conflict, finding it to be a waste of time. You were different though; in fact, you were his.

He wasn’t wildly overprotective, letting you live independently without feeling the need to pounce on people. You were loyal, behaving as such around other guys, and they typically got the message. On the occasion that they didn’t, Mikey had no issue stepping in, sending them away with subtle PDA. And if that didn’t work, so help them, God, because his restraint would’ve been reduced to atoms by then.

His attitude never bothered you—in fact, you liked it, teasing him here and there and making jokes about his jealousy. While you habitually found the humor in it, there was a bigger reason behind it–when Mikey got jealous, he got mean. It was the type of mean that made the muscles in your abdomen wind tight, letting your head spin, and body grow hot as degradation rolled off his tongue. But as hot as it was, Mikey rarely acted like that, reserving his acrimony for his certain nights—and tonight would be one of them.

“What’s up?” Mikey asked, hearing your internal battle from across the kitchen.

He hadn’t looked up from the paperwork before him, having told you already that Gerard had tasked him with reading through it. You were on the other side of the room, swapping between the refrigerator and cabinets as you searched for something to eat. Plagued with boredom, rather than hunger, you were unsuccessful, but you continued the monotonous task anyway. Truthfully, you were waiting for Mikey to quit working—or at least take a break—after brushing you off the entire day.

Sighing, you turned back to face him. “We don’t have any food.”

He snorted, “Sure we do.”

Glumly, you walked over to his place at the table, met with a quick peck on the cheek as you plopped down next to him. He couldn’t be having any more fun than you, the pages covered in legal gibberish. As if on cue, he let out a soft sigh, continuing to read through the documents even if they made no sense to him.

“Don’t you have people to do this for you?” you asked, resting your head against his shoulder while you scanned each passage.

“That’s what I asked Gerard,” he said. “Apparently we need to know too, but you know how he is.”

You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, watching it quirk up in response. “Well, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

He gave a gentle hum and kissed your lips this time, pulling away just as soon to return to work. Disappointed, you gave a small frown, making him grin in response.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, amused, though his eyes stayed glued to the paper.

Chewing your lip and contemplating your answer, you settled on a classic, “Nothing.”

Mikey laughed again, not to antagonize, but at your stubbornness. “Your arms are crossed and you’re pouting—what’s up?”

“I’m bored,” you admitted, slouching in your seat.

Fortunately, he looked up at you, tilting his head and biting back another grin. “Do you want something to do,” he asked, leaning in again. “Or do you just want me?”

It was honest and arrogant, and he swelled with pride as you mumbled back, “You.”

Tilting your chin up, he pulled you forward, his lips meeting yours in a sinful fashion. It made up for how busy he had been this afternoon, tracing your bottom lip before catching it between his teeth. His fingers ran from your chin down your throat, wrapping them delicately around your neck as he kissed you. Mikey had turned the world into an illegible blur, kissing away your common sense while his hand pressed against your throat, warranting a desperate moan. Leaving you starry-eyed, his hand slipped down to your waist, and he pulled back ever so slightly.

With his lips still grazing yours, he teased you under his breath. “You’re so needy.”

He didn’t let you argue, catching your indignant huff with another kiss. It was softer this time, short and smooth until he broke apart, admiring your dazed expression. Much to your dismay, he had quickly returned to reading, though his attention was still centered on you.

“And if you’re still bored, Frank wants me to go to some party tonight.”

It was your turn to tease him, “You mean ‘Frank invited me and I want to go,’ right?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, a smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe.”

“And you want me to go with you?”

He nodded, humming softly. It was a no-brainer–parties were Mikey’s forte. They had always been how he got his kicks, finding strange solace in cheap beer and shitty music. He had built a reputation around them as well, gaining silly nicknames and becoming a notable figure in the scene. People expected him to show up, spotting him tipsy in a corner, making out with strangers while music shook the room. In fact, the words “Mikey” and “party” had become so closely tied that they had formed an alias a few years prior. And though he had grown out of his nicknames, losing his glasses and fuck boy reputation, he could never turn down an invite.

Luckily, you weren’t opposed to them, rarely hanging back when Mikey wanted to drag you to a random party thrown by a hazy acquaintance. You weren’t as lively as him, keeping your drinks to a minimum and chatting with strangers until he was ready to crash on the couch. That’s when you’d pull him away, laughing softly as he slung his arm around your shoulder, mumbling his love and gratitude while you helped him into the car. He could be a bit of a handful, but he would always make it up the next morning, the idea of sweet morning sex prompting your answer.

“Sure.”

The sound of the door shutting was an odd contrast to the muffled mix of music and yelling, cutting clearly through the air. As usual, Mikey walked around to your side, helping you out of the car and receiving a gentle smile in response. He was in a particularly good mood, undoubtedly happy to give his eyes a break after an afternoon of paperwork. You could practically feel him buzzing as he walked through the door, tugging you through a crowd of tipsy strangers in hopes of finding Frank. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it that far, as Mikey was quickly called over by an old friend. Surrounded by strangers, you had little choice but to follow him, glued to his side as they struck up a drawn-out conversation.

You weren’t typically this impatient, but after spending almost the whole day alone, you could hardly tolerate standing around. For fifteen minutes, you scuffed your shoes against the tile and swayed in his arms, tracing the lines on his palm while he continued to ignore you, too focused on his conversation. He wasn’t oblivious to your behavior–in fact, he found it entertaining, paying more attention than you thought. After a while, you turned around in his arms, pressing periodic kisses to his neck as if to remind him that you were still here. Just as he had that afternoon, he looked down at you, giving you another soft smile.

“My needy baby,” he cooed.

Again, you scowled at him, only making him smile wider. You had been patient all day, putting up with every “Later,” and “I’m almost done.” You knew he was messing around by calling you needy, but it was the equivalent of calling him jealous. He would vehemently deny it, and most of the time, he was right. But on occasion, envy would cloud his mind, and it became the only thing he could think of. Similarly, you could only think about him at the moment, so maybe he was right. And if wanted to ignore you, you just had to make him listen. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all.

“Fine, I’ll go have fun without you,” you told him.

He laughed softly, kissing you on the forehead. “I’m sure you will.”

It wasn’t a challenge, but you took it as one anyway, slinking through the crowds the minute Mikey let you go. The only person you knew was Frank, and you hadn’t been able to properly look for him before. Despite the dim rooms and unnecessary amount of people, you’d be able to find him eventually. And if push came to shove, you could shamefully return to Mikey and spend the rest of your night in misery.

That could never happen with you though. Not if he had spent his whole day watching you whittle away, grinning to himself as you fought paperwork for a kiss or two. If there was any way to get his attention, it was to make him jealous, which wasn’t a hard feat at all. Thankfully, you spotted Frank just in time, watching as his friend was dragged off, leaving him alone.

“Frank!”

He could barely hear you over the stereo, calling your name back and waving you over. “Where’s lover boy?” he grinned, swirling his drink absentmindedly.

“He’s in the kitchen,” you answered, giving a frustrated sigh. “And he’s ignoring me.”

Frank laughed, “Yeah? What’d you do to deserve that?”

“Nothing, honestly.”

Even if you were telling the truth, you could still see his playful doubt. “Okay, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Make him jealous,” you smiled, voice laced with faux-innocence.

Frank knew he shouldn’t get involved, but pissing Mikey off sounded incredibly tempting at the moment. Besides, he’d rather you flirt with him than with strangers—Frank had a reputation for this, anyway. Neither of you would take it too far, making him the best candidate. Cracking a smile and breathing a small sigh, he agreed, letting you inch closer.

The next few minutes followed the same formula—Frank continued to lean against the wall, and his free arm was wrapped around your waist while the two of you laughed at almost everything in sight. You may have been sober, but Frank had a good buzz going, tossing his head back and downing the rest of his drink. His hair fell messily over his eyes, and alcohol wet his upper lip, soon quirking up as he gave you a mischievous grin.

“Someone’s out of the kitchen,” he informed you.

You could’ve looked over, but this seemed much more fun. Frank could clearly see behind you, his eyes flicking between yours and the hallway, watching as your plan fell into place. With blissful ignorance, you placed your hand on Frank’s cheek, your thumb skimming his lips as you wiped away the liquor stain.

Amused, he watched as you cleaned it from your skin, running your thumb along your tongue, tasting the cheap beer. “That tasted like shit,” you laughed, earning a humored smile in return.

“That should be the least of your worries right now.”

This was beyond entertaining for him, watching as Mikey strode across the room, his eyes locked on you as he pushed through a crowd of people. Inconspicuously, Frank’s hand slipped back into the pocket of his jeans, casually settling against the wall. You had to bite back a grin as Mikey’s arms snaked around your waist, wrapping tighter as you leaned into his touch. While they exchanged greetings, you gave Frank a grateful smile and turned around to face Mikey.

“I think it’s time to go.”

It was spoken steadily, his jaw set and grip growing stronger as your arms dangled around his neck. There was something sinister in his eyes, and his expression toed a line between condescension and irritation. In a moment of infinite wisdom, you challenged him.

“We just found Frank though,” you frowned, glancing back at the man in question, who snickered into his solo cup. “And who said I was ready to leave?”

He gave you a grin, one that screamed sympathy. God couldn’t save you now, not with the hell Mikey could raise. It had you eating your words quick enough to choke, regret already twisting in your gut.

“Oh, honey,” he murmured, still smiling maliciously. “I can give you what you want.”

You froze for a moment, breath catching in your throat at his offer. It was only for a moment—just long enough for him to admire his effect on you—and you quickly came to your senses. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you gave in.

“Fine,” you told him, feigning frustration, but he could see right through it.

After saying goodbye to Frank—who giggled through the interaction, of course—Mikey promptly led you out the door, clutching your hand tight as he walked you to the passenger side. You weren’t sure if you should be grateful for his stoicism; while his wicked grin had vanished, his jaw seemed to be permanently locked and he hadn’t spoken since you’d left. Somehow, it was more intimidating, his silence becoming ominous and turning fifteen minutes into eternity.

Under the anxiety that simmered in your stomach was something worse, dirty and humiliating; or maybe it would’ve been, had this not been your intention. Lust soothed your stress, spiking it and slowly spilling into your bloodstream. Soon enough, Mikey had corrupted every thought in your head, and by the time he had parked the car, he was the only thing on your mind.

But Mikey remained silent. He didn’t make a sound as you walked up the lot, only hearing his sneakers scuff against the pavement. It carried into the building, the jingle of his keys echoing through the empty halls as you trailed after him. Even as he shut the door, his lips were sealed, though his air of intimation had softened to mild annoyance.

An apology began to bubble up in your throat as you followed him, finding this kind of ignorance to be worse than the last. While he padded towards the dresser, you stuck by the edge of the bed. He was impossible to read, especially with his back turned, but the sooner the tension dissipated, the better.

“I’m sorry,” you said, tentative and hushed.

Maybe he really was upset, still rummaging around for a shirt before speaking. “For what?”

“Flirting with Frank.”

He really only wanted admission, shutting the drawer fruitlessly and turning back to face you. Instead of looking upset, he was pleased, walking towards you one more.

“It’s fine, baby,” he said, knuckles brushing against your jaw. “You’re just so fucking needy, huh? You had to flirt with Frank for some attention.”

Speechless, you listened with bated breath, submerged in anticipation as he continued. “Do you think you deserve it?” he asked, reveling in the power you gave him.

“Yeah,” you told him, incapable of forming a coherent sentence.

He didn’t push much further, humming doubtfully. “I don’t think so.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off abruptly, pressing his other hand to your back as his fingers unfurled, warm against your cheek as he kissed you. It was anything but gentle, vastly different from the sweet kisses he gave you on sunny mornings. His passion was the only constant, and his asperity was incomparable to his typical delicacy. Gone were his spontaneous kisses, soft and slow after catching you in the kitchen after midnight, draping his arms loosely around your waist as you swayed with him. The sound of his laughter and the brush of his lips was nothing but a memory now, dusting away as he kissed you with raw fervor.

You gave into his touch just the same, melting against him as he pulled you closer, his hand slowly sliding against your jaw in the process. It was messy and desperate, your head tilting back as he nipped at your bottom lip, swiftly gliding his tongue against it. Once again, his hand slid towards your neck, delicately pressing his fingers against your throat as he forced your head still. He had so much control, getting drunk on adrenaline as you whined against his lips. You could barely fucking think, overwhelmed as he seemed to be everywhere, and yet somehow you craved more.

The sharp tug of your lip between his teeth sent a moan spilling into the room, breaking the prior peace. Mikey had to fight a conceited smile, slipping his tongue past your lips as your mouth filled with the taste of filthy familiarity. He moved shamelessly, letting his hand trail from your back to the curve of your ass, sliding his tongue against yours with the same fluency.

Gradually, he slowed down, giving you nothing more than lingering kisses for the sake of riling you up. Your arms had hooked around his neck, mumbling pleas that all ended with his lips against yours, whining weakly as he pulled away.

“What?” he asked, watching in amusement as you searched for a word other than please. “You still want my cock, baby? You want me to fuck you?”

You had gone dumb, blinking mindlessly as you responded with a soft, “Yeah.”

Proud, he leaned in close, his lips skimming the shell of your ear. “Then earn it. Get on your knees.”

His words were hypnotic, and you didn’t think twice about sinking to the floor. It was so fucking satisfying, Mikey watching as his sentence registered, and how quick you were to respond. After pressing a handful of kisses to his neck, you finally dropped down, gazing up at him curiously.

He raised his brows at you and crossed his arms over his chest. “Honey, it’s not gonna suck itself.”

It was a crass push, and as you pulled at the zipper of his jeans, you couldn’t help but murmur a rebuttal.

“Now who’s needy?”

Mistakes seemed to be a constant tonight, because even if it was spoken under your breath, Mikey still managed to hear. It was almost funny, huffing a laugh of mild disbelief while you ignored your own remorse.

“Baby, I wasn’t whoring myself out to your friends, was I?” he asked, his condescension returning.

The callout was humbling enough, making quick work of his jeans as they pooled below him. Your hands trailed up his legs, smoothing over his thighs and nipping at his skin, pressing your palm to his erection in the process. It wasn’t much, merely wet kisses and mild friction, but it still had his hips bucking softly against your hand. Gradually, your lips trailed higher, skimming the fabric of his boxers until you were pressed against his cock, replacing the friction with a final kiss. Your fingers swept across his waistband, gently dipping beneath the elastic as you yanked them down, and Mikey gave a short sigh in response.

The contrast between your behaviors clashed perfectly—while you treated him with delicacy, he strived to ruin you, and it was a mind-numbing juxtaposition. Power didn’t break even in the bedroom, and you encouraged your own submission as much as he did, aiming to tease until he had to take matters into his own hands.

Mikey watched you carefully, breath hitching as your lips brushed against the head, expecting a familiar warmth that never came. Instead, you sucked faint kisses down his cock, pressing your tongue to his skin in mild mockery. The way you wet his dick was nothing more than a tease, trailing closer to the tip in languid strokes, only to pull away.

His frustration was evident, and you waited eagerly for him to snap, quickly sweeping your tongue across the head to get a reaction out of him. It was visceral, a soft moan parting his lips, but his pleasure vanished rapidly as you pulled away again.

“God, you can’t follow simple fucking instructions, can you?” he huffed, grasping your jaw and pulling you closer.

Your lips brushed against him, wetting them as he tilted your head back. “Open.”

He didn’t fall for doe eyes and fluttering lashes, well aware of your game. His fingers pressed into your skin and your jaw fell, sticking your tongue out for him. It was an erotic sight, Mikey’s breath stalling for a moment as he eased his cock into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around him like muscle memory, savoring the weight on your tongue as his hand gravitated to the back of your head.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

He knew what you wanted and how you acted out to get it. You were a glutton for punishment, and he decided you had to earn that too. After spending a whole day practically begging for his dick, you finally had it, and yet you were still so fucking needy, desperate to be desecrated and used like a cheap whore. For now, you had little choice but to go at his pace, turning obedient and wrapping your hands around his cock as you sucked him off.

It was languid, and he was wickedly smug as you steadily bobbed your head, pulling off sporadically to press kisses to the tip. The October chill was prominent in your apartment, but your mouth was warm, making him press closer. He knew you could do better than that, giving a single cautionary thrust before speaking up.

“God, you’re fucking pathetic,” he chided, scowling down at you. “Can’t even suck dick properly. Useless fucking whore.”

He had to wear you down, pulling you back by the nape of your neck and slapping your hands away. “What are you doing?” you asked anxiously, gazing at him as he jerked himself off.

The whine in your voice was sheer motivation, a sick smile forming as you kneeled hopelessly in front of him. “Since you’re so bad at it,” he shrugged, moaning softly.

Your response was almost instantaneous, reverting to the sweet sub he had been waiting for, gaping as you struggled to find the words. “Mikey please, I’ll be good,” you pleaded, brows furrowing together as if it were catastrophic. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“You’re acting like a brat,” he said simply. “No.”

Again, came an objective cry, and another onslaught of pleas. “Please, I need it. I need you, please let me suck your cock. I’ll be good, I’m sorry.”

Your sentence ran together, but he didn’t care, jaw locking as he gave a sigh of artificial impatience. “Prove it then, bitch.”

The moment the words left his mouth, you were eagerly shifting closer, Mikey still pumping his hand as your lips pressed against his cock. Your lips were already slick and swollen, and he was no help as he brushed against you, smearing them with spit and precum. It was filthy and degrading, but lust overpowered your remaining dignity. He was relishing in your avidity, moaning as you lapped at the head of his cock and replaced his hands with your own.

Your desire to tease had washed away, replaced by desperation as you wrapped your lips around him. Steady breathing had become a distant memory for Mikey, gripping the back of your neck to prevent himself from thrusting. The gentle squeeze sent an instinctive moan tumbling past your lips, vibrating against his cock as you pushed him deeper.

“You like that?” he asked rhetorically, giving you a patronizing grin. “You want me to choke you? Fuck, you’re sluttier than I thought.”

All you could do was hum in agreement, shame mixing with the arousal that burned in your veins. You sped up as he grew louder, continuing to jerk him after pulling away. He moved to scold you, but you were quicker, flattening your tongue against him and swirling it tantalizingly, gently sucking the tip while he squeezed your throat again in warning.

The pressure eased up as you pulled away, and he could hardly question your antics before the criticism caught in his throat. Rendered speechless as you stared up at him, he watched as saliva spilled off your tongue, dribbling sloppily down his cock before he was back in your mouth. It was passionate and messy, your head bobbing quick and desperately as you drooled over his dick, cheeks hollowing around him until he had to pull you away.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded, chest heaving as you obeyed him. “Open your mouth.”

Hard work really did pay off, because Mikey wasted no time sliding back into your mouth. His hand pressed against your head, holding you still as he started thrusting, fulfilling your wanton desires. He was apathetic, only growing rougher as you choked on his cock, whining as he pushed your head closer.

“Look at you,” he moaned, bucking his hips mercilessly. “Taking my cock like a good fucking slut.”

The degradation went straight to your cunt, aching and dripping with arousal as he used you, and you had never felt more empty. Even as your eyes began to water, it wasn’t enough, moaning around him as he gave a few more harsh thrusts.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked right now,” he said, gradually slowing his pace. “You’re such a whore, baby. You need my cock everywhere, don’t you?”

He pulled out, bringing his hand to your cheek and caressing your skin as you came to your senses. Rather than speaking, you stared at him through half-lidded eyes, trying desperately to form a response. His thumb ghosted your lips, tugging your bottom lip gingerly as you whispered a mindless, “Yeah.”

It was laughable, and he shot you a twisted grin. “You’re so fucking dumb for me, aren’t you? Stupid sluts don’t deserve to be fucked.”

That got a rise out of you, your brain kicking into gear as you let out a pathetic cry. “No, fuck, please.”

It bordered on intelligible, and he played dumb in return. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you babbled, asinine and fragile as you stared up at him. “Please, Mikey, I need it.”

He breathed softly, motioning for you to stand up. “You’re my pretty slut, aren’t you?”

You could only manage an affirming hum, but that didn’t matter once Mikey’s lips were against yours, meeting just long enough to taste himself on your lips. He popped the button on your jeans and kicked his own across the floor, sliding his hands beneath your shirt as he kissed you languidly. As clothing hit the floor, your impatience spiked, splaying your hands across his shoulders as he pushed you back against the mattress.

He hovered above you, eyes still shining with sin while his hand skated across your skin. The brush of his fingers against your cunt sent another wave of humiliation crashing down on you, while Mikey swelled with pride. You had exceeded his expectations, predictably wet with an insatiable ache as he spread you open.

“I was bluffing, baby,” he said, pushing his fingers inside. “Wasn’t expecting you to prove me right.”

You breathed a soft moan, pleasure and satisfaction easing the burn of embarrassment. His fingers curled so nicely, steadily working you open, but it still wasn’t enough. Mikey was many things, but oblivious wasn’t one of them, prompting your request.

“What do you want?” he asked, speeding up as your lips parted. “I wanna hear you say it.”

His behavior was almost cruel, waiting for answers only to fluctuate his pace when you tried to speak. It was demeaning, but you couldn’t bother to be frustrated–not when he was looking at you like that, getting high off your desperation.

Finally, you found the strength to talk, though your answer came out weak and jumbled. “Mikey please,” you cried, eyes screwed shut in concentration. “Please fuck me.”

Swiftly, his fingers slipped out, Mikey sucking them clean before pressing his palm to your cheek. He gave you a short kiss, sliding his tongue against yours until you tasted your arousal.

“Can you taste how bad you want me?” he asked, caressing your skin. “Stick your tongue out.”

You complied, gazing up at him in anticipation and watching as his lips pursed, slick and shiny as he spat into your mouth. As drool coated his bottom lip, he muttered a stern command.

“Swallow.”

And fuck, did you listen.

He was enamored, staring in shock and admiration as your lips closed, swallowing eagerly and moaning in the process. “Please,” you tried again, and this time, he listened.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled in disbelief, kissing you quick and messy before pushing in, stifling a laugh as you moaned instantaneously. “Fuck, are you happy now? Needy whore finally got what they wanted.”

Responding was out of reach, the rough snap of his hips rendering you speechless as you fought for competence. He left you intelligible, babbling curses and pleas that only fueled his ego, watching with pride as you crumbled beneath him.

“So fucking stupid for my cock,” he murmured, groaning as he pounded deeper. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a dirty slut?”

All you could do was whine, too caught up in his brutal thrusts to answer. Literacy was a foreign concept at this point, and you had already retired to whimpers and moans. This wasn’t enough to satisfy Mikey though, and he made it clear with a brief pause.

Ignoring your offended cry, he questioned you again. “C’mon baby, you can speak. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

Panting, you rambled mindlessly at him. “Shit, it’s perfect, Mikey, please. Your cock feels s’fucking good, please let me come.”

“That’s fucking right.”

Mikey regained his former pace with admirable ease, kissing you sloppily as you whined into his mouth. The tension in your muscles grew tighter as he continued, every roll of his hips pushing you towards release, obvious as you dug your nails into his back. He moaned at the sweet sting, rubbing your clit with a contrasting delicacy.

“You’re already gonna come?” he taunted, watching as you nodded in shame. “Good. You can wait.”

You could fucking taste it at this point, weak and vulnerable as he rutted against you, and yet you stayed compliant, save for a pathetic cry. The power high brought him closer, nearly coming as you whined pitifully, begging him to come. His resolve was strong though, thrusting until his rhythm grew erratic and his thighs burned from the exertion, choking out a heavenly, “Fuck, come on my cock. Show me how good it feels.”

You could barely register the words, only the relief that washed over you as you came. And then came the bliss, bathing in euphoric sin as he pulled out, twitching and marking you up. The sensitivity continued to linger, even after the stars and vignette had left your sight, but even that was hard to decipher. Your chest heaved as you reveled in the aftershocks, finally fading back into reality when Mikey rolled over next to you.

“Are you okay?” he started, interlocking your fingers and watching you closely.

You nodded, almost laughing at the irony of his tone. “Yeah, are you?”

He grinned, pecking you on the lips. “Fucking wonderful.”

“okay nvm fuckers its late fic is over go home” - doc-martens-enthusiast

taglist: @clichedlovers @halloweenbitch2764 @lubbockshusband @cigarettesandalcohol @couldbegayer1234 @doc-martens-enthusiast @yachiiko @becausethedrugsneverwork @michelethesong @dangerouslittlefairy

#mikey way x reader #mikey way smut #mcr x reader #mcr smut #im gonna go dive off a cliff. peace.

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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A wolf's undead protector

Character: Isaac Lahey x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

He had vanished. The entire run, you stared at your boyfriend's ass, just for you to look away for a fucking second, so he could just up and vanish. Normally you would not need a reason to stare at that glorious ass, but you had heard the new twins talking about him, which you did not like.

Jealousy was always a problem for you, up until now Isaac never gave you a reason, yet you still became jealous about everyone and everything. Sometimes it even seems to strain out your relationship but you can’t help it. Not long after you were a happy couple again anyway, but for these short moments, it was still hard for you. Because you loved him way too much.

You searched the entire forest, at first you had gotten some weird looks, but it wasn’t anything strange for you in the end. People always find you doing something strange for them.

It took you almost three minutes to find him. In the grasp of the twins, trying to get away from them. Even though you saw red, you did what Isaac always asked you to do. Count to three and try to stay calm.

Still with your blood boiling, but already more relaxed than before. You walked over to the trio. Isaac harder and harder tried to get away, but go pushed into the dirt face first. Just as you got there, you heard him threatening to rip him apart. Which got you almost to rip them apart. But you refrained from it. For the moment.

Instead, you stood behind her and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. „Guys I would appreciate it if you do not touch my man!“, you asked them as nicely as you could. Even with a small rare smile of yours.

Even though both were uncomfortable with you, fearing for their lives, they pressed harder onto your boyfriend. „I asked you only this once, to let him go.“

Running your patience and friendliness thing, your smile vanished. Leaving your facial features in a sour state.

But as you heard a crack, as well as your boyfriend crunching his face as if he just ate a complete lemon, your patience was gone. With as much force as you could bring up, without killing the twins, you ripped them away from your boyfriend, holding them in the air, by the back of their necks.

Confused they looked around and were confronted by your pissed-off face. „You have two choices, run away like the puppies you are or I will crack open your skulls and eat whatever that is in there. I would prefer brain, but I don’t think that either of you is blessed with that.“

Of course, they did not believe you anything, even though you were holding them easily in the air by the neck.

They scratched and punched you. Madly you threw them far against a group of trees at least a hundred meters away. You wanted to do more damage, maybe kill them and eat not only their brains but devour them completely. Only for you getting stopped by Isaac, holding his arm, that got broken.

Immediately you became warmer. A soft smile came across your face again, as you swooped up Isaac with ease. Carrying him back to school, so Scott could help him look if the bone would heal back normally together or if it needed to be broken again.

Sometimes you question yourself, why Isaac tries to be free from you. Whenever he is, something like this happens. No wonder you get overprotective of your wolfie. But now you were there and Isaac was back in your safe arms, where he belongs. Someday he would understand this. Until then, you will do everything to protect him.

[Masterlist]

#Isaac Lahey #Isaac Lahey imagines #isaac lahey x male reader #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

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babes4pdd · 5 months

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Please Don't Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain Headcanons

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time like ever writing fanfic + posting it so my apologies if there's any formatting errors. Anyways I just rewatched this and I wanted to write something about it because I Love it LOL. I hope you Enjoy!

P.S. There is both SFW and NSFW content in here so only read if you're 18+!!!!!

Ben Marshall

Very ambitious and work driven, eager to impress his father

Similarly he is very eager to please YOU always, sometimes he gets caught up with work but after that his first priority is always you <3

He always trys to act like he isn’t silly, but you always manage to wear him down

Outside of Jawn and Martin mostly people see him as v work obsessed and serious

So when you finally get to know this side of him you’re like shook because you never would have guessed

That Ben Marshall is so fun and goofy

His chest and shoulders are covered in freckles

He is such a terrible cook he burns everything

Loooves folding laundry with his big headphones on... like that boy loves a repetitive task

Refuses to smoke weed with you and Jawn and Martin but once a month after like...four Trulys he will hit your cart wayyy too hard and cough so hard you guys have to bring him outside and rub his back

He always smells so good, like clean grass and Irish spring soap

Leaves guy time constantly to hang out w you

Campfire guy

NSFW

Little to no experience LOL

Came in his pants the first time you two made out

His fave is missionary because he needs to be able to see your face

Praise kink to the maxxxxx

Loooooves overstim lol

Def into spit, loves when when your saliva is in/on him

Also has a thing for hickies, loves when you two stumble somewhere together, arms around each other’s waists, cheeks burning red and necks covered in bruises

Loves to eat pussy, but def neeeds more practice, like obv he was a total virgin when you too met

But still loves to at least attempt to please you, super overeager

Begs for it

Rly wants to cum inside of you

Likes being called Daddy on occasion

Martin Herlihy

Pretentious boyfriend to the max

Vinyl guy

Loves getting white girl wasted

Loves to dance when he’s drunk

Very clingy in the mornings

Like mansplains everything to you

Super overprotective and jealous

Hand on your lower back as you guys walk around together

When/if you get flirted with in public he gets so angry and possessive and he gets weird

Likes when you wear his clothes

Nsfw

Brings up you being flirted with by strangers during sex

Gets his jealousy out by sex

Loooooves getting oral, but will also give

Loves lingerie

Wants to shotgun vape smoke into your mouth

Likes hair pulling

Likes you being on top of him

Likes manhandling you

Will spit in your mouth

Likes to roleplay

Sometimes Lawrence comes out during sex

Always wants to be called daddy

Cums on your face!

If you wear glasses he's Begging to cum on them

Total ass guy

Sex playlist

Likes to degrade (not good at it)

1 and done for sex, if he cums first he’ll eat you out till you cum and then be like “Im sleepy 😊 )

Gets drunk and horny

John Higgins

Loves date nights in

Takeout and movie

Loves to cuddle

Little spoon

Is a good cook

Loves wine and gossip

Is a sassy man

Is constantly texting you/sending you tiktoks

Takes tons of candid pictures of you

500+ day snap streak

Is really whiny and clingy, especially in the morning

Likes his head being scratched

Likes showering with you and you washing his hair

Is a human furnace, always so hot

Passenger princess

Loves getting you little trinkets and treats

Loves to kiss your head

NSFW

Submissive most of the time

Occasionally dominant

Boob/thigh guy

Likes to be degraded

Gives tons of praise

Loud, whiny

Begging

Likes to be bossed around

Gets pegged occasionally

Loves it

Gets sooo needy when he’s high

Hairy

Always smells a bit too good

Cannot have sex while watching something, he gets too focused and has to pause it

Incorporate sex toys

Also into overstimulation

Likes the way of masturbating to a person, like sending you videos of him jerking off

Obsessed with boobs the way a 13 year old boy is

The best collected afterwards, the king of aftercare

Calls you mommy

Likes to be degraded but simultaneously needs to be affirmed

#please dont destroy #fanfic #please dont destroy fanfic #ben marshall #martin herlihy #x reader #john higgins #ben marshall x reader #john higgins x reader #martin herlihy x reader #ben marshall smut #john higgins smut #martin herlihy smut #please dont destroy smut #please dont destroy x reader #snl #snl fanfic #snl fanfiction #saturday night live fanfic

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kandyrezi · 2 years

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anonymous said: Could I request Yosafire and Froze realizing that they're yandere? Maybe with them trying to not be yandere. anonymous said: Could I request Yosafire and friends trying to resist their yandere impulses with their darling?

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(a/n: i chose yosaf, froze & rawberry for this bc i found their scenarios to be the most interesting to write for.)

⌜yosafire⌟

• Yosafire likely won’t even see anything wrong with her thoughts and thinks they’re from a place of innocence – she adores you and it only makes sense she’d want to spend time with you, albeit a tad obsessively – that’s just what love does to people, she thinks!

• But it marginally gets worse. She stalks you unintentionally even if you said you wanted to be alone, or tries to insist desperately to go with you. The flowery demon always has to make sure she's the one you like spending time with the most and prioritize her over all else.

• Her breaking point would be jealousy. Seeing you hanging out with someone else, depending on how much contempt she feels for them, makes her shake in bitter feelings of insecurity, so much so it almost physically hurts.

• She’s in denial about it. She doesn't want to leave you with them, but she doesn't want you to see her act on any violent desires. Shouldn't she leave you be and just respect that if you prefer someone else's company over hers? Even if she thinks that, it's too much of a risk if any rival just decided to steal you away from her. She won't let that happen!

⌜froze.⌟

• Froze is more self-aware. The frosty angel, if pushed far enough, can have a penchant for violence as much for any other. She isn't overprotective in a sense of immediately coming to your aid when faced with a potential inconvenience or a nuisance, Froze is the type to observe from afar first and foremost.

• She knows she can’t suffocate and hover over you, whether it’s just to protect you or not. It may start out innocent and well-meaning enough; making sure you're eating healthy, getting enough exercise, finishing any errands or assignments on time, sometimes scolding you if you don't do any of the aforementioned.

• While she normally keeps a tight lock on emotions, not letting her impassive facade crumble so easily, she does have a breaking point. She keeps close tabs on everyone you interact with, anyone who's "safe" who won't take you from her... and she would snap at you for spending time with someone she didn't know and approve of.

• When she snaps out of that self-imposed trance of obsessive control she's pushed onto her darling, she feels guilty and ashamed. She might be able to keep some yandere tendencies at bay, but once they're there, they probably won't ever disappear completely, even if she is less likely to act on them.

⌜rawberry.⌟

• Rawberry cares little for holding herself back, but she might do it just in case to avoid scaring you off. Her appetite for violence can be overlooked. But not her desire to kill (for) you, consume a part of you, or maybe even permanently cripple you… y’know, just in case.

• But she throws those silly thoughts away almost immediately – she’s only joking, of course. She wouldn’t harm her precious darling like that~

• She likes to give you little love bites on the knuckles, nibbles on the shoulder, maybe lightly bump her body against yours to show affection. She doesn't give you much reason to be wary of her; her friends reassure you Rawberry just has that kind of playfully sadistic, a bit eccentric personality, but her heart is pure where it matters.

• But you do seriously grow frightful when she actually sinks her teeth into your arm to the point where it draws flowing crimson, and she exclaims how palatable your blood is to the taste. The cannibalistic demon might end up acting on her darker impulses after all, but only because she never cared too much about holding herself back in the first place.

#funamusea #yandere x reader #the gray garden #mogeko #tgg #deep-sea prisoner #okegom #yosafire (tgg)#froze (tgg)#rawberry (tgg)#female yandere #ficlets #which of them are willing to commit acts of atrocities???#well. two of them. at least

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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Ok random request but um could write something for Han Seojun where he is dating his s/o (who has like waist length hair) and she shows up at school one day with like short shoulder length hair and with a different color. I just got a hair makeover like my hair came to my butt and I decided to cut it and dye it the color I wanted for a while (pastel pink) and like everyone has been telling me I look so different so this CUTE Seojun idea popped up in my head-💀

This idea was so cute and I had fun writing it!!! ALSO YOUR HAIR MUST BE SO COOL! I am sure you look great<3 I hope you enjoy reading it!💖

New Hair | Han Seojun [True Beauty]

Seojun x Fem!Reader (ft. Taehoon, Sooah, Chorong & Juyoung)

Summary: Seojun reacts to your new hair.

Warnings: none

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before leaving your house. You didn’t tell anyone about your new hair, you wanted it to be a surprise. You couldn’t wait to see everyone’s reaction, especially your boyfriend’s. Seojun usually picked you up and walked you to school every morning but this time you told him not to. It got him a little suspicious since you didn’t explain why but he chose not to question you, maybe you needed a little space or something.

You had cut your long hair and also dyed it pastel pink, it was undoubtedly a big change. You weren’t sure if Seojun would like it, you never talked about this kind of matter. You didn’t need to worry, this boy supported you in everything you did anyway. However, he has his likes and dislikes when it comes to appearance and you wanted his honest opinion on your new look.

As you were walking through the school’s gate, you could feel everyone staring at you. They threw nice comments about your hair and how beautiful you looked, some waving at you and giving you a thumbs up. You expected the attention, you were kinda popular in school after all. You smiled at them, grateful for their kindness.

“Is that a new girl?” Someone from behind you asked, you just knew this voice belonged to Taehoon.

“That’s Y/N, idiot! Look at her backpack!”

You laughed at the familiar couple playfully fighting with each other. “Hi Sooah, Hi Taehoon!” You turned around to greet them with a bright smile. Sooah gasped and ran to you, leaving Taehoon behind. “Y/N, you look amazing!” She gave you a hug while jumping up and down, obviously happy about your change. You giggled and patted her head to make her stop jumping, “Thank you Sooah.”

“I almost didn’t recognise you!” Taehoon added, “You look beautiful as always.”

Before you got the chance to thank him, Sooah smacked the back of his neck. Her jealousy was too much sometimes. You decided to let them be and with a look of support to Taehoon, you left to find Seojun. Butterflies started growing in your stomach as the time to reveal your hair to him was approaching. Everyone gave positive reactions, you didn’t expect nothing different from your boyfriend but you still had doubts.

As you were going up the stairs, you bumped into Chorong. He was too busy eating his breakfast bars to notice his surroundings. “Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes to take a better look at you. You nodded at him, chuckling at the sight of six chocolate bars in his hands. “Nice change! You look cooler now!”

“Thank you!” You were overjoyed to receive all these compliments today, nevertheless you waited for a certain boy’s opinion. “Have you seen Seojun?”

“He’s in your classroom, probably sleeping on his desk,” he shrugged, taking a bite out of his bar. You headed to the classroom, heart beating faster at every step. Would he like you the same or view you differently after seeing your new hair? Pushing those thoughts aside, you entered the classroom.

Seojun’s had his head down on the desk, eyes closed while facing the window. You stood on his right side, admiring his facial features. You were definitely lucky to have him. You tapped his shoulder in order to wake him up, “Seojun.”

He lifted his head up at the sound of his name being called. He opened his eyes for a second and went back to his previous position, “I have a girlfriend, sorry.”

Assuming by his comment that he only saw the pink colour of your hair, you giggled. At least you found out that he was loyal, not that you didn’t know already. “Seojun, it’s me. Y/N!”

He jerked up and looked at you, his eyes and mouth wide open. He thought that you were so beautiful, he could get a nosebleed. You nervously waved at him, he seemed way too shocked. “You look amazing! This colour really suits you!”

You smiled at him, relieved that he liked it as much as you. Maybe even more because he is a simp. “Now you won’t have that much trouble brushing them,” he reminded you one of the perks of having shorter hair, which in fact was really beneficial. “So you like it?”

“Of course I do!” He ran his fingers through your hair, admiring the colour. No one knew that he actually adored pink and he loved it even more on you. “Should I dye it pastel pink too? So we can match.”

You liked the idea but still you wouldn’t want him to dye his hair just because of you, “Your natural colour is fine, don’t say nonsense!” You both laughed, Seojun was so whipped for you and he never failed to show it.

“Oh shet! My eyes! A goddess!”

Your laughter got interrupted by Juyoung, who hit his head on one of his friends’ back because he was looking at you. Seojun immediately covered you with his body, using his hands to hide your hair. “Mine!” He stuck his tongue out at the younger boy, who rolled his eyes and left. Seojun was known to be overprotective of you, even though he had no reason to be. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon, you’re both stuck with each other.

“You know what? Let’s go, I want to show you off!” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you in the hallway. He wanted the other students to see what he had pulled. He was so proud of you and so in love with you, he wanted to shout it to the whole world.

“Class is about to start, Jun!” You placed your free hand on his grip, stopping him from walking any farther. He sighed at his plan getting ruined, “We’ll walk through the school during breaks.”

You didn’t have a choice, not that you minded though. It was one of his ways of showing his love for you. You kissed his cheek and agreed. If the stares of people got too much for you, he would take you somewhere quiet. You were sure of it, one of his priorities was making you comfortable.

You had to deal with his staring during periods, throwing winks and hearts at you from time to time. Thankfully, he didn’t get caught by the teachers, he is a sneaky one. He loves you regardless of your appearance but he thought you looked really breathtaking with your new hair length and colour.

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